Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Master ❯ Master ( One-Shot )

This isn't as angsty as some of my others. . . and yes, I did have it up before, but it needed editing. . . something fierce! Lol.

So here, I present to you, the EDITED version!

Disclaimer: *sighs* I do not own yugioh….

Anyways. . . I edited it so we could get inside malik's head, and think like he thinks. . .(well what I think he would try to work things out, and grip an understanding for everything)

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The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating the clouds in it's brilliant rays… and fine toning every object in it's path. Malik leaned on his railing, watching the sun.

Malik's POV

The sun has no right to hang in the sky and watch the worlds' events. I feel like it's prying into my business, but nothing's private anymore, is it?

So cruel and unfair.

I want to die. Go to hell malik. . . burn in hell . . die in hell. . . rest in pain. . .

I could make hell my home. Yes. . .

That's what I deserve. Hell is too good for me for what I have done.

Maybe I haven't done much in your eyes. Maybe I'm an amateur.

Yeah. . . right.

I peer down at the fall… not a long way. If I could. . . I would fall. I would jump. . . I would crash. . . and return to my rightful home. . .

But I have unfinished business to attend to. I can't give that pharaoh the satisfaction.

I sigh, sliding my eyes shut, and letting the darkness comfort me, like I did so many years ago. . .

Humph.

I hate the way it can glare back at you; the darkness.

Oh I hate it. . .

But that's not all I can see. like a tormenting picture. . . I can see the pharaoh.

That's right, I haven't done the dark deeds without a partner. . . a motivator. . .

His fault. It's all him. he plays me! But the thing is. . . I don't even know when he does it.

Oh the hatred. . .

I know what he's doing.

Hah.!

That's right. . .

That's wrong. . .

What does he want me to do? I need to know, so I can put a damper on his plans.

Maybe he wants me to die. . . I do too. . .

But what if. . . what if he wants me to live?

There he goes again. . .

He knows he's confusing me.

What if I held my head high, and said I understood it all?

That bastard.

Oh I'm so utterly alone. . .

I am not alone. I told you, I can see him.

He's not there.

Well fuck him then!

If I just. . .

Forget it. maybe I can get revenge on you, if I kill myself.

Does that make sense? See . . . what if I was a pawn to him. I know I was when he killed my father . . . threw me.

The coward!

Why don't you come here and fight me!?

Just come into my apartment. .. you conniving bastard. . .

Oh that's right. Flee. You're a coward! That's right! You hear me!?

A coward!

But a smart one. You know what I would do to you.

Fuck! You know me more than I do!

Maybe when I get my hands on you, I could carve your own memory into your own back!

Instead of having me carry it for you.

But why did you feel that my father had to die?

I feel too innocent. I need to wash that off. I know that I'm not innocent anymore.

Maybe you were doing the same thing to him. . . maybe he was also your pawn. . .

And he fought back. . . so you got me to kill him.

And then adapted me as your playing piece yet again!

You should've known I'd figure it out. . . now I know your plan.

I figured you out.

You have no mask!

You're exposed. . .

I open my eyes, triumphant. I know I've figured it all out. So now what?

Now I kill him.

No. . . what if he wants me to kill him?

What if he doesn't want me to kill him?

Maybe. . . if I killed myself. . . no. I need to get my revenge.

But what if by killing myself, I could get my revenge?

I guess I have no right to be triumphant now.

WHY DO YOU NEED TO TORMENT ME!?

It's all your fault. . .

All your fault. . .

All your fault. . .

I can see your eyes. . .

Seeing right threw me. . .

Pharaoh eyes. . .

Pharaoh eyes. . .

. . . Master's eyes. . .

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when I re-edited it, the whole thing. . . was just. . . GAH! I changed the whole thing almost entirely, so it was somewhat of a poem. . .

you like?

Please R&R

(if you feel confused, then I think what I was trying to do probably worked. . . you're in malik's head. . . that was the whole point)